Queen Revenge

Walker Richter didn’t deny it, his slender hand rested on my left leg, his fingertips rubbing, his eyes full of heartache, his thin lips trembling slightly, “Does it hurt?”

No one asked me if it hurt. After a few months, the pain of the awl churning in my flesh gradually became less profound, but the pain of losing a child was something I could never forget.

I looked at him, looked and looked, tears suddenly slipped down: “The child is gone!”

As soon as the words left my mouth, the grief came from my heart, the kind of hurt that can’t be suppressed, the whole chest cavity is painful.

“Let you suffer.” Walker Richter lifted his hand and stroked my cheek, forehead against forehead, “I’m taking you somewhere.”

I closed my eyes and let the tears rage down my face.

He wipes my tears with his own hand and pushes me in the direction of the parking lot.

I leg inconvenience, every time in the past last time is their own one-legged support to stand up, their own sit in, to the side of his car, I just want to support to stand up I, he said, “I come.”

Words fell, he bent down to pick me up, in his arms, close to his chest, I just felt he suffered a lot, before the broad chest, strong arms, are not like before have a sense of power.

He placed me carefully in the car, like a rare treasure.

“Thanks.”

I didn’t look at him, my tone polite.

He froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, “You’re welcome.”

He closed the door for me and went around to the main driver and opened the door to get in.

“Do you need me to put your seatbelt on for you?”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

We were like friends, like mere acquaintances, but not like lovers.

Lovers, it’s an ironic word for us.

The car started and drove smoothly down the road, who knows no words were spoken and I didn’t ask where we were going.

The car is very quiet, he turned on the music, played a “faith”, a single song cycle.

Listening to the music, the meaning of the song makes my nose sore.

I remember the first time I heard this song, I only think it is good, now I hear it, my chest is full of sour.

The first time I heard it, I didn’t know the meaning of the song, but when I heard it again, I was already the person in the song.

How deep it is to love someone as one’s faith.

There are always regrets in this world, no matter what Walker Richter and I have experienced, how much love is still in our hearts, we can’t go back.

The car slowly drove into the Garden of Flowers neighborhood, he found a parking space and stopped, pulled open the door to the trunk to take out the wheelchair, opened the door for me, he wanted to carry me again, I said: “I’ll do it myself.”

His hand crossed in mid-air.

I looked up at him with my eyes, “I’m used to it, life is my own, and I’m going to have to adapt alone from now on, I can’t really be a loser.”

“Alva,” Walker Richter’s eyes were depressed and painful, he flexed his fingers and lowered his eyes, “You’re not alone, I won’t let you be alone again in the future.”

I was surprised that there were still waves in my heart when I heard that.

The bottom of my heart was sour, that sourness spread directly to my eyes, my eyelashes fluttered, I tried to open my eyes wide, trying not to let the tears fall, tilting my head, my tone pretending to be relaxed, “I’m used to being alone.”

I got into the wheelchair and turned my back to him.

It was only after half a second that he gripped the armrests of the wheelchair and pushed me towards the third building.

I’ve never been here before and I don’t ask why he brought me here.

He pushes me into the elevator and exits it on the fifteenth floor.

He went to the door numbered 1512 and rang the doorbell.

Not a moment later, the door opened and a little girl ran out of it and jumped into his arms full of joy, “Daddy.”

It was sweetheart.

sweetheart turned out not to be sent out of the country by him, but has been hiding here.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The moment I saw sweetheart and heard sweetheart’s voice, I couldn’t restrain my emotions any longer and tears came out of my eyes.

“Sweetheart.”

I was surprised, elated.

When sweetheart saw me, she happily withdrew from Walker Richter’s arms and jumped into my arms, “Mommy, I missed you so much.”

After months of absence, SWEETHEART has grown taller and speaks more fluently and articulately.

“Mommy misses you so much too.” I hugged sweetheart tightly, the sight of sweetheart evoked the hurt in my heart, remembering the child I had only seen once, tears raged once again, I kept calling my daughter’s name: “sweetheart, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart noticed my legs and asked me blankly, “Why are you sitting, Mommy?”

The soft, quizzical voice left me dumbfounded.

How could I open my mouth to tell SWEETHEART that her mom couldn’t walk and was disabled.

“Come inside first.” Walker Richter bends down and picks sweetheart up, “Mommy is not well, sweetheart has to be obedient and not make mommy angry.”

“Uh-huh.” SWEETHEART nodded heavily.

After entering the house, Walker Richter put sweetheart down for the benefit and signaled for her to spend more time with me.

Walker Richter knew that losing my child was hard on my heart and that’s why he let me see sweetheart.

The one who took care of sweetheart was Walker Richter’s former secretary Emily, who saw me and greeted me with a smile, “Less … Miss Alva.”

I’m not Walker Richter’s wife, and she shouldn’t call me young lady anymore.

Emily really has Walker Richter’s trust, when I lost my memory in the car accident and worked at the cafe, the person who often sat in the corner of the cafe and wore a mask and sunglasses was her, and it was Walker Richter who let her watch over me every day at the cafe, right?

“President Richter, I’m going to buy groceries.” Emily made her excuses to leave, no less than Walker Richter brought out a good eye.

Walker Richter nodded, Emily took her bag and went out, he went to the window and pulled the curtains open, “I’m transferring this house under Secretary Ai’s name, no one will find out, if you don’t want to go back to the Hill family, you can stay and live here with sweetheart, Secretary Ai will take care of you, and when all is said and done Secretary Ai will take care of you, and when it’s all over, I’ll pick you up and take you home.”

Go home?

Those two words were too ethereal and distant for me.

I looked at Sweetheart in a trance, she was my daughter and Walker Richter’s daughter, but legally we were not family.

I stroked sweetheart’s silky hair, “I can’t go back.”

I’m not home anywhere.

Walker Richter naturally knew what I meant.

I wasn’t betting that I would follow Walker Richter here, nor was I trying to start over with him.

He stood in front of the window, even after months of both illness and medicine, people thin, but still so dazzling, he mouthing, “Alva, you still hate me? Nancy thing I because …”

I shook my head and looked at him with a calm gaze, “Don’t hate anymore, I also don’t want to go over the purpose of what you did before, you let Yao Murong bring that sorry I received, in fact, we don’t owe each other anything, I’m the one you saved from Susan Su.”

Walker Richter panicked, he wanted to say something, his deep eyes stared at me, those eyes seemed to hide a lot of things in his heart.

I’d never really looked through him, he’d calculated everything, including me.

“I won’t force you if you don’t want to.” Walker Richter’s tone was despondent, “I know your nature, I know even more that those words before hurt you, I shouldn’t expect you to come back.”